Connor walked in the door to Rocco's apartment. Murphy and Rocco were talking about something when he walked in. He grabbed a beer from the fridge and sat down at the table.

"Where the hell were you?" asked Murphy.

"With Natasha," said Connor.

"Who's Natasha?" asked Rocco.

"Some girl we found crying in the alley. Connor brought her up to the loft," said Murphy. "Where is she? Figured she would be following you around like a lost puppy."

"No. She hates me," said Connor.

"Why?" asked Rocco grabbing another beer.

"Because Natasha Petrova's father is dead," said Connor.

"The Russian?" asked Murphy.

"Aye," said Connor. "I told her."

"Are you fucking stupid!" shouted Murphy. "She's going to go to the cops about us!"

"No she won't. She has just as much to lose," said Connor. "She likes her freedom as much as we do."

"You've lost it," said Murphy.

'Yeah," said Connor.

Natasha was sitting on a park bench. She could see the Plaza from where she was. The cops were still going in and out of it. She wouldn't be called to identify the body, he was a well-known mobster, but they didn't know he had a daughter. She was kept in the dark for a reason, to keep her safe. Living in the lap of luxury, but safe.

She heard moving in the park behind her. She figured it was people walking through until she heard someone talk. It was Italian. She knew she was in trouble. She slowly stood up from her seat and started to walk down the path. There were two men following here. She sped up her pace slightly and kept walking. She turned down a street and took off at a run. The men shouted behind her and ran after her.

"Rocco! Where does he live!" she shouted as she kept running.

As she was running she saw a man with a lot of hair walk out of and alley way. He looked mad. She kept running, but she was slowing down. They would catch her soon if she couldn't find a place to hide. She was nearing the alley entrance when she heard someone shout to her. She stopped and turned to see Connor and some man with him. She really didn't want to see him but she had no choice. She darted down the alley and latched onto him. He was fixing to ask her what had happened when the Italians reached the opening. Connor and Murphy grabbed their guns and started firing. Connor shoved Natasha behind the wall.

The gun fire stopped and the boys walked back around the corner. Connor was the first to talk.

'What the hell is going on?" he asked.

"I don't know. I was in the park and then they were chasing me," she said still trying to catch her breath.

"How did you find us anyway?" asked Murphy looking at Connor.

"Don't look at me, I didn't tell her where he lived," said Connor.

"I just ran," she said still breathing hard. "I wouldn't have seen you if you hadn't called my name."

"Well come on. You can't stay out here," said Connor walking towards the stairs.

They all sat around the table and didn't say anything. Natasha was looking at her hands and the boys were staring at her. If she did look up she would look back at her hands or find something else to look at in the room. After a few minutes Connor finally said something.

"Natasha?" he said.

Natasha looked up at him but didn't say anything.

"Where are you staying?" he asked.

"The Copley Plaza. I was staying on the floor beneath them," she said. "I have to go back eventually."

"No," said Murphy.

"Excuse me?" she said.

"If they are chasing after you in broad daylight they are going to know where you are staying. You have to find somewhere else to stay," said Murphy.

Natasha nodded her head as she started to stand up. Connor stood up before her and grabbed her arm.

"Can we talk?" he asked.

"Fine," she said following him out of the kitchen/dining room.

Connor pulled her into the bedroom and closed the door. He stepped away from her and turned his back. Natasha took a deep breath and leaned against the door.

"I want to apologize to you. I should've told you about yer da and I didn't," said Connor. "I know there's nothing I can say or do, but I just wanted to…"

"I get it. I just want to go home," she said. "I should've known something was going to happen. I just didn't want it to happen."

"He was yer da. It's understandable," said Connor.

"I'm going to be upset, but I can't stay that way for ever," she said. "I just need an adjustment period."

Natasha stepped forward and kissed Connor's cheek.

"What was tha' for?" he asked.

"Because, despite what you did, you were still really sweet to me," she said. "I don't come across guys like you very often."

Connor smirked as she stepped back.

"Stay safe," she said. "There's no telling what you will run into on those streets."

Natasha turned around and walked out of the bedroom. She walked past Murphy, who was looking at an old magazine, and out the front door. Connor came through a few seconds later and plopped down in the chair next to his brother. Murphy looked over at Connor. He was going to say something when the phone rang.

"Hello!" he said grabbing at it.

Natasha was sitting on her bed in a rundown motel. She had all of her things brought to the lobby at the Copley Plaza. She had hailed a cab and had him take her to the cheapest motel in town, and that's where she was. She had the TV on as she brushed her hair. The news was going on about a shooting at a deli and one a strip joint. She shook her head as she turned the volume down. She had a feeling she knew who it was. She had gotten out of dodge only a few minutes before anything had happened.

She laid her brush down on the bedside table and listened to the rest of the news. She thought about what Connor had told her. And what she had told him. She was still mad at him but she couldn't make herself hate him. She sighed again and turned the TV off. She needed to check out of life for a few days and that was what she planned on doing.

Sorry it took me so long to update this! Been working on school. BUT! Here is chapter 2 and i'm working on chapter 3 right now. Hopefully it will be up soon! Until then, read and review some of my other stories! ~Kat